In the winter’s bitter cold,
no plant or tree quite so bold,
to challenge the hard status quo
as tiny snowdrops, lying low
in many a sodden grassy bank,
above the roadside litter rank.
Like heralds announcing spring,
priming earth and woods to sing,
snowdrops tell of winter’s fall
new life rising to conquer all.
Their white lights shining bright
spell the ending of earth’s night.